What a thrill it gave us to see them, as if at signal of some sentry, raise their heads in one concerted, obedient look for signal of some leader, and then with great bounds go leaping away to safety, flashing through the dark stems of the trees like a flight of grey arrows discharged from a single bow.
— from The History of the American Expedition Fighting the Bolsheviki Campaigning in North Russia 1918-1919 by Joel R. (Joel Roscoe) Moore

The principal of these was its falling into the hands of speculators, who went to the other side and took whomsoever they could pick up, without regard to their honesty, industry, or capacity of labor, some of them parish-poor, not only ignorant of agricultural labor, but even thieves and vagabonds.
— from The Unseen Hand; or, James Renfew and His Boy Helpers by Elijah Kellogg